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had to remind himself that the AI might have its own agenda. There was a lot
they didn’t know about the Originators and the relationship they had with their
AIs. While he trusted Ariel implicitly, he had a long way to go before feeling
the same about Kazak.
    Reaching a
decision, Jeremy decided they couldn’t pass up this opportunity to learn more
about the Originator warship and the AI that controlled it. “Ariel, inform
Kazak I will assemble a team and we’ll come aboard early tomorrow.”
    Ariel closed
her eyes briefly, as she often did when she was sending messages or communicating
with someone who wasn’t in the Command Center. “Kazak agrees. He will be ready
to receive you in the morning.”
    -
    In Simulin
controlled space, Supreme High Commander Callat stared angrily at the latest
reports. His skin was opalescent and blood vessels, as well as some of the
internal organs, could be seen. Since the destruction of the Great Sphere, no reinforcements
had been able to come in from the other nine galaxies dominated by the
Simulins.
    “We suffered
massive ship losses with the destruction of the sphere and the dark matter that
surrounded it,” reported High Commander Faberh.
    “Our
scientists claim the highly stressed area of space at the former Great Sphere
location is causing such a disruption in the higher levels of hyperspace that intergalactic
travel is currently not possible. They say the power needed to power an intergalactic
vortex is more than even a Great Sphere can generate.” This greatly concerned
Callat. There was now no way to contact the Simulin Grand Council. For the
first time that he could remember, an entire galaxy had been cut out of the
Simulin network.
    “It is the
fault of the organics and the AIs from the Fitula Nebula,” stated Faberh in a
cold voice. “We must find a way to destroy them.”
    Callat turned
his gaze toward his second in command. “From reports we have received from the earlier
battle at the nebula, the Fitula organics have come into possession of a ship
of the builders of the Great Spheres.”
    “I have seen
the reports, though I find it hard to believe a singe ship could have disabled
so many of our warships.” The battle at the nebula had been a disaster when so
many Simulin ships suddenly lost power.
    Callat
adjusted a control on the command console in front of him and on the front wall
of the Command Center, a map of the galaxy appeared. Nearly 70 percent of the
map was covered in blue, indicating Simulin control. “We have twenty-seven
systems that have large populations of our people and sixty other systems in
the process of being colonized.” Callat paused as he considered what he was
about to do. “I believe that until these new organics and their AIs are dealt
with, it would be wise for us to stop our expansion in this galaxy.”
    “Stop the
expansion?” uttered Faberh with a scowl spreading across his face. “Something like
that has never been done before. To halt the expansion now could allow other
organics to rally and oppose us.”
    “It is a risk
we must take,” answered Callat, folding his arms across his chest. “Too many
vessels have been lost. We must consolidate our forces and increase
shipbuilding in our established systems.”
    “What about
our probes seeking out new organic worlds to cleanse?”
    “They will go
on traveling outward in this galaxy. We will continue to send small task groups
to confirm the presence of organics on any worlds the probes find. When our
forces have been rebuilt, we shall descend upon those worlds and cleanse them
of their organics.”
    “Yes,” nodded
Faberh in agreement. “There can be none but Simulin.”
    “None but
Simulin,” answered Callat.
    Callat changed
the main viewscreen to show the space around his flagship. Hundreds of
seventeen-hundred-meter long Simulin battlecruisers floated in space nearby. In
the distance, a pristine blue and white planet was visible. Around it, there
was heavy traffic